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Maya's palms were sweating through her clutch as she stood outside the gymnasium doors. Homecoming. The night every high school movie promised would be magical, but mostly just mea...
Marcus's legs burned as he kept running, each stride heavier than the last. Coach Peterson—aka 'The Bear' for his imposing bulk and deafening roar—stood at the finish line, stopwat...
Jordan stared at the goldfish bowl on Maya's desk, watching the tiny orange fish swim in endless circles. Outside, rain drummed against the window, matching the knot in their stoma...
I'd been **running** from it all summer — from the truth sitting heavy in my chest, from Kai's gaze across every bonfire, from the way my best friend kept looking at me like I was ...
Marcus stood near the concession stand, clutching a cup of **papaya** chunks like they were radioactive. His abuela had packed them for 'brain power' before his first varsity **bas...
The party was already low-key awkward when Maya's aunt decided to bring out the "exotic fruit platter" like it was some kind of aesthetic Instagram moment. I stood there nursing my...
Maya's mom had shoved the bottle of gummy vitamins at her that morning with her usual frantic energy. "These have biotin now! For your hair, your skin, your—" "Got it, Mom." Maya...
I felt like a zombie walking into Jordan's block party. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, but Maya dragged me along anyway, claiming I needed to "live a little." "You loo...
I stood outside the locker room, clutching my dad's old **baseball** glove like it was a lifeline. Tryouts. The thought made my stomach do that thing where it feels like you're und...
I walked into homeroom with a papaya in my backpack and my dignity somewhere back in the cafeteria. "You're actually doing it?" Maya raised an eyebrow, her phone already out to do...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the rhythmic slap of her sneakers against pavement matching the frantic pace of her thoughts. She wasn't running toward anything specific—ju...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — through her favorite thrifted hoodie as she stood in front of The Sphinx, that weird stone statue in front of school where th...